Karan Mahajan Quotes

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

Of course I've had my moments of wanting to go back to Scotland, and I almost did a couple of times, but other things just came up.

When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.

For me, the dilemma is I love Bristol, but you can only do that for so long and not get it back. It's been something that's been hard for me to accept. It breaks my heart.

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don't mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

Old love, old love, / How can I be true? / Shall I be faithless to myself / Or to you?

I don’t want to feel anything for you, Dante” “God, Tess. I don’t want to feel anything for you either.

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

If an idea is compelling enough it'll stick in my head until I am forced to write it. If it's forgettable, who cares?

In matters of the heart it is always better to want something you don't have than to have something you don't want.

I don’t stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.” “The way I always felt wrong kissing him because of you,” I say. Gale holds my gaze. “If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.

Dear Willem: I’ve been trying to forget about you and our day in Paris for nine months now, but as you can see, it’s not going all that well. I guess more than anything, I want to know, did you just leave? If you did, it’s okay. I mean it’s not, but if I can know the truth, I can get over it. And if you didn’t leave, I don’t know what to say. Except I’m sorry that I did. I don’t know what your response will be at getting this letter, like a ghost from your past. But no matter what happened, I hope you’re okay.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.

He knows that there are occasional pauses in the struggle.

To believe, one must have lost God. To paint, one must have lost art.

While I find inspiration in real life, the actual stories are, thankfully, works of fiction - which, given the considerable turmoil in my character's lives, is probably a good thing!

"The Moderately Talented..." is just a commentary on the conflict that happens when a young artist girl looks up to you, but you're attracted to them in a different way than they are to you.

I was in a crazy, private, awesome bubble again, and that's when I started to write.

You couldn't do it?" Rob Lynburn sneered. "I know her," Ash said in a low voice. "I can't... hurt someone I know.

When the initial little impulse comes it just tends to come. I wake up in the middle of the night, or I'll be swimming in the pool with my kids and just think, "Can't forget that one." Then there's the more organized side of the brain, which is when I choose to work on them. I've learned through a bunch of mentors how to demarcate the different times for your writing process. I keep multiple projects going at once and there's a time when no matter what you're doing, you have to stop and write it because it's coming.